Our Little Dancer

December 17th, 2009


She
When she has reached the age of twenty-three,
Rose
A rose in bloom, if she should strike that pose,
Clothes
In clothes that make a woman–slick, sheer hose,
Free.
A free and ample blouse, worn carelessly–
He
How he will gasp (whoever “he” may be).
Knows
Who knows what hidden power lies in toes
Those
Like those she twirls upon, in that pert nose
See
I see between those eyes that laugh at me.
Two
We two are lovers now, love peek-a-boo . . .
Best
These best years of our lives. Come here, you pest!
Who
But who can stop the clock? They’ll come to woo . . .
Rest
The rest of those who’ll love you. Why protest?
Due
I’m due to be retired . . . watching you
West.
Head West . . . in clothes I’ll buy . . . for your screen test.


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